Warnings: the usuals. unbeta-ed, late night writing *yawns*, AU, future fict, bad grammar and so far no plot
Description (for chapter #1 *written with a little crack*): Aomine is disinterested in music but now he likes music.(fuck consistency) He is surprisingly friendly and also working as a cop. Did I mention that he was bisexual or maybe full-time homosexual. /author's note at the bottom as usual

( in which aomine sacrifices sleep for a friend )

The surge of alcohol and expensive cologne hit his nostrils as soon as he stepped into the club. Important-looking men in business suits had their ties loosened, enjoying their night with drinks in one hand and a babe in the other. Aomine scanned the place for a particular brunette. He caught sight of his co-worker, Sakurai Ryou, sitting alone in a corner. He made his way there, slumped against the chair, he snatched Sakurai's drink, took a mouthful before almost burping

"Yo Sakurai."

Sakurai looked more startled than insulted but he managed to open his mouth, "S-Sorry Aomine-kun! I-I did not order a drink for you, you can have mine!".

Sakurai's hands were pushing the colored glass towards Aomine's side of the table as he spoke. Aomine merely raised an eyebrow before chuckling light-heartedly. Sakurai, clueless on Aomine's sudden expression, looked more apologetic and confused than usual.

"Nah nah it's okay Ryou. Anyway what's up?" Aomine asked.

Basically, Aomine was in a cool and jazzy bar on a work night because his ex-schoolmate who he has not seen in ages, invited him to a two men hang out. Aomine would consider it as a date but he knew Sakurai does not swing that way. His sexual orientation was queerer than expected. Everybody knew him as 'Aomine, the Breast Enthusiast'. It was not a good name to go by but it rhymed and made him sound cool in some ways- which he liked so there was no complaints. After bading farewell to his schooling days, he realized that he did not exactly fall in love with a girl at all. Flings maybe but never the deep and more serious shit. Heck, what is deep and serious in Aomine's dictionary anyway. One word: Invalid

Nevertheless, the bar was pretty dandy. There was a mini stage set up in the center where bands could play. It was not too crowded either, with it being a weekday. Aomine finally feels at ease and loosen his own tie. Sakurai's eyes caught that gesture, softened a bit and commented, "I heard there's a great band going on tonight." Aomine had "lack of sleep" written all over his face. The week was reaching to it's end. Basically, Aomine spent four consecutive days being on the alert and the run for lawbreakers at ungodly hours.

Sakurai found it amusing- how the laziest and most perverted being who was ranked number one for most apathetic and unmotivated, turned out to be a cop. However, it kind of fit Aomine. He has tan skin and a more muscular physique. He also has the face of someone you definitely would not want to piss off.

After more glass cups and idle chatting, the band finally got their shit up and played a few tunes. Aomine was not the kind to listen to the radio but he knew whatever the band was playing, they were all pretty good. Aomine had his head nodding and limbs drumming to it's melody. Later after two and a half songs, Sakurai pointed out to Aomine that all of the songs played so far were originals.

"Crap. They are pretty good for someone without a label," Aomine let out a surprised remark.

"Actually the band is so-so. They are pretty average just that their composer and songwriter are just hella good," Sakurai said.

It was true. After hearing Sakurai, Aomine listened more closely and realized that the vocals were not top-grade or anything but it was more of the melody and the lyrics.

After an hour, the two males bade their goodbyes and parted ways. Aomine decided to walk home since his apartment is considerably near the bar and he did not want to blow twenty bucks on a cab. He was so fucked. His shift starts in six hours and he was not home yet. Whilst walking, Aomine found himself humming some tunes and singing parts of different songs he heard at the bar. Yeah, the songwriter and composer were more amazing. He wondered whether the band members wrote it themselves or was there a second person involved.

(in which aomine is not disinterested anymore)

The following day, Aomine was there again but this time alone. He passed by the bar once during his shift and found out that the band from last night was playing again. After being sort of addicted to their music, he wanted to hear them again.

It was a Friday night then. There were significantly more patrons than yesterday. All of the tables were occupied, it seemed like the bar had a full house that night. Aomine took his seat at the counter. Since he was alone, it was more of the appropriate place to sit. The counter was much nearer to the stage than his table at the corner the last time. He figured it would be much clearer and louder. He snapped his fingers and a rather young-looking bartender came to him.

"One Long Island Iced Tea," Aomine ordered as he analyzed the youthful-looking male. He had light blue hair and stoic eyes. He was shorter than most men in the bar, some women in fact. He looked as if he has just graduated from high school. Navy orbs continued to linger and observed the peculiar juvenile.

The smaller male arched his eyebrows questionably as he passed Aomine his drink. Almost wanting to ask whether anything was on his face but Aomine interrupted,

"How old are you? 17, 18?"

"No, I'm 23," came the reply.

"Holy shit," Aomine sounded amazed, "You are the same age as me. Wow, what's your name?"

"Kuroko Tetsuya"

"Cool. Mine's Aomine Daiki. Anyway the band here is great eh?"

"Ah yes. They are bringing in quite a lot of customers on their own."

"Not to be rude but they are just average. It's the songs that pulled me in. The songwriter really outdone himself. I do not fancy music much but I'm highly attracted to his creations I swear."

Kuroko looked a little overwhelmed by Aomine's sudden gush of words but his reply came in his usual flat tone.

"Well yes. Kise-kun's works are more than just extraordinary."

"Kise-kun? So he's the songwriter for the band? Which one is he, the lead singer or-" Aomine wanted to inquire but Kuroko cut in, "No. Neither of them actually. He isn't technically in the band. He works freelance and apparently the band members are his ex schoolmates or something like that." Kuroko continued explaining.

"Tell me more," Aomine leaned in, curious as he swirled the contents in his glass.

Not knowing where to start, Kuroko started describing his looks.

"Well he is tall.. Maybe just a few centimeters shorter than you. He is also blonde and very good-looking. I heard he works as a full-time model as well... He is rather clingy and loud. Also a terrible drunk but he's a good friend and all. He actually sort of cares, not like most of the people our age who doesn't give two shits about anything except themselves." Kuroko's raised his voice a little at the end, sounding protective and eager but quickly returned to his monotonous tone, "Yes and he is also the same age as us Aomine-kun."

Aomine took the last sip of his drink while imagining the amazing "Kise-kun" He laid his empty glass on the counter as he puts said-features into a portrait. Instinctively, Kuroko went off to whip another drink for his new acquaintance, Aomine-kun.

Okay... Tall, blonde, very tall wait no- my height just shorter, looks good, a model hmmm.

He pictured an Eurasian man with unshaven facial hair that spoke Japanese with a slur. He wears loose clothing such as a crumpled button-up shirt with suspenders and checkered pants. That seems about righ- NO NO NO Oh god. Aomine has no problems imagining hot blonde Eurasian babes but not hot blonde Eurasian dudes. Well whatever. Time would tell, he supposed. He is anticipating his first meeting with the blonde too.

(in which sugoi songwriter makes his debut)

Kise was sprawled on his bed like a gigantic starfish. He wiggled his legs and exhaled a deep sigh.

"Arggggggggh I can't write for nuts!" Kise felt like pulling out his hair and throwing things around his room but he was more civilized than that. It has been the sixth uninspired night of the week and it's driving Kise mad.

The blood in his veins, his pulse, his every aching muscle wants to write, compose, create some spectacular music but he just can't. It frustrates him to his every bone. He hates feeling like this. Uninspired and just wasting his time agonizing over an insignificant matter like this. He felt ashamed. He is still a model for god's sake. He should be doing more productive things such as filling up his organizer, trying out new samples he got from his agent or just go online to reply his fans and research about the latest trends. But here he is, glamorous yet pondering over something that should not be worthwhile at all.

He really needed his muse but what? who? He would not admit it but he kind of ran out of things to write about. Dreams, career, family, ex-girlfriends, friends... Well he could write another song on the same topic but he did not felt like doing so. He let out his ninth resentful sigh of the night. He really needed something new to write about. He needed to meet new people. He wanted something more exciting in his life.

A/N: OKAYYYY yosh! we are done with chapter one of this series... This is going to be long.. Hopefully I have the heart to continue it. Anyway our two main protagonists have not met each other yet! They will soon~ *whispers: next chapter* By the way teikou did not like exist in this AU so all of the kisedai members are strangers!

Do leave a review on your thoughts/how you want to story to progress/etc! I will try to fit them in! Sorry if this is too boring of a first chapter hopefully it gets better. This is so different from my usual style *the dialogues and not depressing part* So anyway thank you for reading! xxxx